I started my period yesterday.
So this morning I woke up on the precipice of day two, always the worst for me.
I could feel the cramping deep in my belly and the stiffness in my lower back, a cruel welcome to such a beautiful morning.
Grumpy, slow-moving, and uncomfortable, I made my way to the kitchen.
Already with guards up and the desire to curl up in a ball and melt into the Earth, I beckoned in the bickering with Peter, refusing the hugs and finding all the mistakes of our lovely daily routine.
A righteous nature stemming from my pain and emotional exhaustion seeping into all the cracks of the day ahead.
Until, like a whisper from god herself, the easy listening electronic morning playlist echoed from the living room, and a grin broke across my face.
In one moment, ready to rage war over the island counter top, and the next, we were bumping booties, wiggling our arms above our heads, and swaying our hips back and forth.
The cramps melted away if only for a moment.
The room felt lighter.
And the warmth of laughter and togetherness filled the space that was previously occupied by the tension of discomfort.
There are few, if any, moments in which lightness cannot be the medicine.
There is rarely an argument too serious or an expectation too important in which a moment of lightness does not reach in and soften.
So remember, when the world feels dark or your space feels too heavy, allow yourself to dance. Let the light in.